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Shawn
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A glare crossed his features. If this kid was going to ignore him, then fine. Just fine. He hadn't actually thought that far ahead- to finding her and all. His glare was replaced by a look of digust at himself. Sometimes he really didn't know what he was thinking, nor what he was letting out his mouth. Briskly walking to keep pace with Jake, he heard a scream. Grace. Instantly he was turned around and running towards the sound. "Theres your signal!" He growled over his shoulder, knowing that he was probably being completely moody. The thought that he was acting as strangely as a girl on her period crossed his mind, but he quickly shoved it aside and consentrated on running. He was still slower then normal thanks to all his pain and bruises. For once he was glad that Liz wasn't around to heal him up till he was as good as new.
By the time he finally got to Grace and Liz, he was tried to stop while wearing sneakers on linolium tiles. Needless to say, he skidded two feet farther and landed flat-out on his stomache. "Is she alright?" Shawn hauled himself up and walked the few feet over to the girl with white-blond hair, intent on figuring it all out. Was she alright? Had Liz already tried to heal her? Was Liz alright? She seemed fine, but you never knew with that girl. . . He dropped to his knees and leaned over Grace a tad, eyes searching hers. Hoping she would be okay.
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Elizabeth
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When she screamed, Liz planted both hands on either side of the girl's shoulders; keeping her from popping up and trying to push her away. Some didn't like it when she tried to heal them, they'd rather die. Feeling her hands tingle as the power flowed from her fingertips, she shook a little as she realized this would take a lot of her energy. A whole lot. And it might take a while to fully heal her. "Grace? Grace, it's Elizabeth. I'm Shawn's sister, you'll be alright. Trust me, okay? I'll heal you right up, best as I can." Liz didn't waste a fake smile in reasurring the girl that she would be okay. It might be that she wouldn't fully heal, not with the amount of damage already done to her body.
"You are A'okay, now that I'm going to heal you up nicely, you'll be just fine. And look, here comes Shawn, see? You're going to be just fine." The smile of reasurring splayed across her face, Liz felt just about sure it was Shawn running. She could tell by his odd sounding run, thud of one foot, thud of the other, screach of his sneakers on the floor, pause, replay the sounds. It took a while for her to get every ounce of energy she could to come through her hands and arms, in the end though, she fell backwords in utter defeat. She was exaughsted. From healing Shawn, herself because of Formosa's power, and now Grace, it took a lot of her energy out of her. Just healing herself had taken a decent sized chunk from her power supply. Now though? Now she felt like she might pass out.
By the time Shawn finally arrived and came skidding across the floor, Liz was feeling prickles of pain running over her chest and shoulders. Drawing her hands away from Grace, she tucked them close to her chest. It wasn't too bad yet, but she knew the worse the wounds, the worse her pain would be. And here they both were, probably wondering why on earth she was clutching both hands to her chest like a weak little girl in a crying fest. She wanted to get back to her room, but she also didn't know how long it'd be before her power full-on quick and she was dropped with the entire weight of the pain. It was already growing more painful, just enough to make her wince, nothing too bad yet. She sat up into a sitting position and gently layed a hand on Grace's forehead. If there was any healing power left, then she might be able to give the girl the last of it. Which meant she herself would be knocked out for hours the next time she slept.